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Calvin and Legaci – Watch the Kid’s Choice Awards tonight

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Something that I’ve been wanting to share, but that I’ve kept quiet until it became a reality, is the recent blessing received by very important people in my life. The beautiful thing is that this happened on March 5th. Do you know the importance of that day? That day is Calvin’s birthday. Louie and I were on our way to see our chiropractor, Dr. Kim, when he got a phone call. He heard the words Calvin is a blessing, followed by the news that Legaci was asked to perform with Justin Bieber.

I’ve known Legaci for almost as long as I’ve known Louie. I’ve watched them perform at local showcases, festivals, and competitions. They sang at my sister’s sweet sixteen party and my grandmother’s funeral and were part of my wedding. I’ve spent so many weekends watching them practice, making fun of them, and seeing them grow into the men and artists they are now.

Legaci

These guys are like brothers to me—in the good ways and in the annoying ways. And I am so proud of them.

Tonight, Legaci will be performing with Justin on the Kid Choice Awards. The show in on Nickelodeon and starts at 8pm Pacific/7pm Central/8pm Eastern. Will you watch and see how amazing they are?

**Updated** It looks like regular Nickelodeon is airing it at 8pm. We’re watching it now because Louie’s parents have Comcast HD, which is streaming live.

And one more thing—

The Justin Bieber song that they covered, that got them noticed… it’s called Baby. Calvin’s 1st Heavenly Birthday and Baby. How’s that for a sign that my baby boy is doing wonderful things in Heaven?

Here is the video, in which they collaborated with fellow YouTube artists, Cathy Nguyen and Traphik:

<3, Crystal Theresa

Threads of Hope, Pieces of Joy: Lessons 2 and 3

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I’m posting Lesson 2 and 3 together, because I’m still so behind. I haven’t been feeling well and am fighting off a sore throat and sinus pressure that have been around for a week now. I’ve also been feeling down lately, probably because the end of the month is here, which means another day further from when I had Calvin…. Louie has said to think of as another day closer to being with our babies again.

The 4th and 5th of the month are always a mix of emotions for me. I have found, though, that thinking of Calvin and remembering having him can lift my spirits. I also remember feeling uplifted after doing Lessons 2 and 3, when I was feeling particularly down, so maybe revisiting my journal to post online will help me to break out of this. I’m scared to to go to Lessons 4 and 5 because I don’t want to find myself in there again, which seems so odd for me. Since losing my two babies, I’ve been all about allowing myself feel however I need to feel, respecting my grief, and leaning into it. I guess I just don’t want to get stuck. I know that being afraid to go there probably means I need to work through it. For now, though, let me work on this constant catching up.


To start from the beginning, click here read Lesson 1: Calvin’s Birth Story.

I didn’t mention Rainbow Baby in that post, since I chose to share Calvin’s birth story, so I wanted to also take a moment to speak of my second baby for those of you who are new to my blog through this bible study. I found out I was pregnant with Rainbow on November 22 (the Sunday before Easter and a little less than a year after I found out I was pregnant with Calvin). When I was 7 weeks pregnant, I started spotting and that turned into bleeding. I went in for an ultrasound and they only saw a fluid-filled sac. My hcg levels were within range for it to still be early in the pregnancy, but the next day, December 10th, I miscarried. We referred to this baby as Rainbow Baby, and decided to keep the name, because we both feel like she is a girl. Though her time with us was short, she showed me the expansive capacity of mother’s love. I am grateful for that. I am grateful for her.



Lesson 2: So Many Questions

Question #1: Where do I go to find out the truth?

After losing Calvin, I turned to support groups on BabyCenter.com, blogs of mothers who had also lost babies, grief books, and I also joined a support group through my hospital for bereaved parents. I had tried seeing a social worker in the OB department before joining the support group, but she trivialized my loss and said, Your baby wasn’t even a baby. Maybe it was on it’s way to becoming a baby. So that wasn’t helpful. The books helped, except when I ran into parts I didn’t agree with – like needing to stop and touch a swing your child used to play on whenever you walked by doesn’t seem like a problem to me. Neither does living your life for your baby even after he or she has died. Maybe “living for your dead baby” is subject to interpretation. The support group was really helpful, as was reading from and speaking with other baby lost mommies. Louie and I also turned to each and to God. Before we got married, we started praying together at night before bed, as our pastor suggested, and this has strengthened us especially after losing our babies. Thanking Him for choosing us to be Calvin and Rainbow’s parents, for blessing us with these two little lives, is a reminder that even this grief is a blessing.

Question #2: Where does life come from?

When we were asked to look up scripture about finding truth in the bible in the first question, I was confused, because I thought, isn’t that why we are doing this bible study? But it is provided validation and confirmation for the next verses. One that I really like is Psalm 139: 13-16:


13For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. 14I will praise thee; for I am fearfully [and] wonderfully made: marvelous [are] thy works; and [that] my soul knoweth right well. 15My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, [and] curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 16Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being under feet; and in thy book all [my members] were written, [which] in continuance were fashioned, when [as yet there was] none of them.

God knew both of my babies before I had any idea there was life instead me. He knew their physical weaknesses, but they were fearfully and wonderfully made – just as He had intended them to be. And even though Calvin and Rainbow died before being born into this world, God had already wrapped them in His love. The verse that brought me to tears, especially for Rainbow Baby, who died so tiny was Jeremiah 1:5, specifically the second part: …and before thou camest forth out of the womb, I sanctified thee, [and] I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.

Question #3: Why was my baby too weak to live?

The story of the man who was blind in John 9:1-11 and Jesus saying that it was not because of his sin or that of his parents, but rather so that through him the works of God can be shown, was a much needed reminder that it wasn’t my fault that my baby died. It is so hard to let go of the blame, to let go of a sense of control really, and to understand that sometimes we need to get saliva and mud rubbed in our eyes before being able to see. One example of this, for me, was when I found myself completely devastated and feeling alone and isolated because of some words that were said about Calvin and how he died. Louie had to go to school, and I sat on my bed sobbing. I looked at my phone and tried to think of someone I could talk to. And there was no one. No one I felt would listen and not say anything to further hurt me (even if it wasn’t intentional, much of the hurting during this grief was not intentional, I couldn’t take it). So I finally turned to scripture, and found a verse that brought me peace and stopped the tears. In that, one of the lowest moments of my grief, God was glorified, even if just for me.

Question #4: Where is my child now?

The story of David, was more difficult for me, because the reason why his son fell ill was because he took Uriah’s wife, and seemed to contradict the example we got of the blind man, but I understand the importance of seeing his ability to praise God and worship and not be torn down by his loss because he had the promise of going to be with his son in the next life.

Question #5: Can I ever understand WHY?

I don’t really have a lot of ‘WHY’ questions anymore. A lot of my questioning was more about what I did wrong, what I failed to do, and what I could have done to save my babies. My biggest ‘WHY’ question with Calvin was why didn’t our baby live if we were willing and ready to accept a special needs child and fight for our baby’s life? For Rainbow, it was why did we get pregnant again on the same timeline as Calvin, if we were just going to lose her? Another one, which I only thought but never said aloud, was in response to people saying it wasn’t meant to be; if it wasn’t meant to be, then why did I get pregnant? After losing Calvin, I really just wanted understanding. I knew God had His reasons, but I felt like if I was privy to that, then maybe it would be easier. But it is in His time, not mine. And I have faith that one day, I will understand.

Question #6: How can God help me deal with losing my baby?

I have found God’s comfort through His word; through the people who have offered us love and support; in the peace He filled me with when I held my son; through the priest who baptized my baby and in the scripture he gave me and Louie scripture after he blessed Calvin; and in the outpouring of prayers and love we received after losing Rainbow. I have found comfort in being able to do things to honor and remember my children and in the strengthening of my marriage and of my faith.

I would like to be comforted through validation of my grief, acknowledgment of the significance of losing our babies, and recognition of the life our children had and the love we continue to have for them.



Lesson 3: This Can’t Be Happening

Biblical Example #1: Joseph

When Jacob said that he would mourn for Joseph until he went to his grave, it felt like he was speaking to my heart. When I first lost Calvin, I felt like I would grieve until I died and that the raw pain would never go away. I couldn’t imagine ever finding joy again, and a lot of the past year was more about surviving (even when I didn’t want to) than it was about living. I still believe I will mourn my two babies until I die – how can I not miss my babies? How can I not be sad that they are not with me? One year out from losing Calvin, and three months since losing Rainbow, things don’t feel razor-sharp anymore (at least not constantly). There are still moments when I lose my breath, but I guess I am learning to live with and accept the life I have so far. I think part of this is because I have been so open and adamant about talking about my babies and expressing my loss. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to try to choke down all that pain.

Biblical Example #2: Job

Job was actually the first book I read completely in a long time. I read the first few books of the Old Testament on my own in junior high or high school. During confirmation we read Acts of the Apostles. I actually downloaded an iPhone app through which I’ve been reading the bible (including Job and for this bible study; weird merging of religion and technology? Or a cool way to bring your bible with you wherever you go? both?).

Like Job, I felt very blessed in my life. My husband and I have been together since the end of high school, we were comfortable and happy to grow our family with children. We were afraid during the difficulties early on in the pregnancy and when we found out about the amniotic bands, but we had faith and prayed for our baby to live. When Calvin died, it felt like our world fell apart, and just as Job was admonished by his friends, we also felt alone and like no one understood. We clung to each other and continued to hope in God that we would hold our babies again. The scripture I relate to most is Job 13:15. That was why I was drawn to read Job. I came across this verse early on during my grieving for Calvin:Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him… because even as God is allowing me to suffer from the loss of two children, I am choosing to put my trust in Him, to trust that He will see me and Louie through this grief and suffering and that we will find joy again.

Now that I think about it, that verse has multiple meanings and doesn’t just speak to clinging to the Lord and having faith through the difficulties. It also says Though he slay me, that God is the cause of the pain, and that it how I felt when I lost Calvin and Rainbow, like I was dying and being broken multiple times over. But it is more than that. I am being refined in the fire.

The Grief Chart

Right now I am in between depression and busy-ness. I’ve been distracting myself from my grief, which is why I think I have been feeling down.

Relief

I only felt relief when Calvin was delivered, but ti was only from the physical pain.
I feel guilty about this.

Denial

The hardest thing to face about my loss is that I have to live out the rest of my life on earth without my two babies. I like the quote by C.S. Lewis I live each day thinking about living each day in grief. It can be so overwhelming and just the anticipation of the pain can be consuming, especially as milestones and anniversaries approach; even the thought of potential triggers is difficult. This is something that has been hard for others to understand, but as I’ve learned that, it’s easier to recover from people’s lack of foresight.

Facing Your Loss

I need to work on keeping God first, handing my grief and suffering over to Him, and being vigilant even in my sorrow so I am not led astray.

The promise in Romans 8:28: And we know that to them that love God all things work together for good, [even] to to them that are called according to [his] purpose, makes me feel hopeful that good will grow out of my grief and that, ultimately, God has a greater plan and good reason for allowing Calvin and Rainbow to die before they could be born. Some positive things that have resulted from my babies’ lives are:

  • finding my support group
  • drawing closer to God
  • being able to offer support to others
  • drawing closer to Louie
  • being able to be an advocate for families who are grieving pregnancy loss and baby loss
  • being more creative in my babies’ honor
  • finding love and support in unexpected places
  • finding conviction and confidence in expressing myself
  • becoming a mommy
  • the wonderful ladies I’ve come to know through our shared connection

I thank God for each of these things and feel truly blessed by all the good I experienced during my pregnancies and after my losses. Although I grieve, and I do so deeply, I do not do so without hope. I have faith that Louie and I will find real joy again, and are thankful for the happiness we have experienced with Calvin and Rainbow and after they went to be with God.

And if you have read this far, I am thankful for that also, because your eyes must be aching! I am grateful for the chance to share not only how Calvin and Rainbow have profoundly affected me, but also how God is working in and through my life.


This Threads of Hope, Pieces of Joy Bible Study is part of the “Walking With You” outreach of Sufficient Grace Ministries, led by Kelly Gerken. To learn more, read Kelly’s post: “Upcoming Threads of Hope Study.”

To read my posts on other lessons, please use the links below:
Lesson One: Your Story
Lesson Four: Why Me?
Lesson Five: How Can I Go On?
Lesson Six: I’ve Got to Get Better Soon
Lesson Seven: Moving On to Acceptance
Lesson Eight: Learning to Let Go
Lesson Nine: Finding Joy



<3, Crystal Theresa

Threads of Hope, Pieces of Joy: Lesson 1 – Calvin’s Birth Story

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“Walking With You” is an outreach of Sufficient Grace Ministries, led by Kelly Gerken. We are a group of mothers who have lost a baby or child. We gather together from different places on our journey, each month to share our stories, to encourage, and pray for one another as we walk this path together. Our hope is that you will be comforted when you join us here…and maybe that we can offer some grace for the journey as we look to the Lord for comfort and strength.

This month for Walking With You, we are starting something new. We will be going through the Threads of Hope, Pieces of Joy Bible Study for the next nine weeks. Even if you have not joined us previously, I hope you will join us for this. All are welcome. My prayer is that it will bring hope and much-needed encouragement to hearts that are grieving.

*Because a lot of material will be covered in each study, you may share as much or as little as you wish about what speaks to you. You may answer every question on your post, or just choose one particular concept or scripture that spoke to you. Share as little or as much as you are able.



I am a few weeks late getting this post up, as it was more overwhelming than I expected to start it around the time of Calvin’s birthday. Because I never shared on the Precious Goodbye “Walking with You” post, I decided to go ahead and do Lesson 1. After celebrating Calvin’s 1st Birthday in Heaven (which I will write about later), I think it’s time to share his birth story. To read about the moments that led up to this day, please reading Waiting.


Delivering Calvin Phoenix into this World

Getting into labor and delivery.

Louie’s dad parked the car in the garage that had become so familiar since I first got pregnant and had to go in for the many ultrasounds and appointments. The air was dry, crisp, and cold. We didn’t speak as we walked towards the hospital. All I could hear was the shuffle of footsteps and the sound of the bags I carried brushing against my coat. We found our way to the “special elevator” that would take us to Labor & Delivery. This whole time I was walking quickly. Almost rushing. I don’t know why. But when we got out of the elevator and stepped on the 15th floor, I began to hesitate. It became more real, what I had to do. But it also felt like a dream. Almost as if I was watching myself take that really terrible, unreal walk past the posters of happy, smiling babies with that knowledge that my baby – my first child – the blessing I was carrying in my womb was dead.

After checking in with security and getting name tags, we walked through the double doors, and I approached the nurses station. I told them I was supposed to come in at 8 o’clock. They took my information, looked me up, discussed whether I was 15 or 18 weeks, what type to put me in, decided on a postpartum recovery room since it was an early induction. That whole time, I stood there listening, wanting to scream at them that my baby was 18 weeks, that I was standing there in front of them, and couldn’t they have had this conversation before I got there? But there I stood, feeling lost and numb and helpless.

When I got to the room, L1518, I lost it. I stood in front of the window, which overlooked the city, and cried. The first thing I said was I’m so angry. Followed by I don’t want to be here. Followed by This is going to break me. My sister-in-law put her arms around me. My husband clutched my hand. And we all stood there as I continued to sob until it was time for me to put on the hospital gown, put on the hospital gown, and wait for the induction to start.

One last look.

Before they began, I asked the nurse if I could have one more ultrasound. The doctor explained that their ultrasound isn’t as good as the one in radiology, but she was willing to do it. I needed to be sure. I needed to see my baby still on the monitor because the monitor was turned away from me during the ultrasound earlier that day (as my husband and mother-in-law saw my still, lifeless son). A part of me wanted a miracle, a part of me wanted some sense of confirmation and acknowledgement that my baby was gone.

The induction.

At midnight, they began the induction by inserting 3 pills of misoprostol into my cervix. It hurt. They put three more in at just past 3am. The last set was at around 6:30am. Each time was painful. I had to wake Louie up for each dose. He held my hand as I tried to breath through the pain. They told us that it could take anywhere from 12 – 24 hours.

Although the cramping was terrible, I was afraid of the epidural. First I tried ibuprofen. Then I eventually agreed to stronger pain medication via the IV after the nurse, out of concern, told me, You don’t have to be in pain. I didn’t really agree with that. I felt that I needed to feel it. When I finally did agree to have an epidural, it was too late. I was ready to push before they could get the anesthesiologist, even before they could start the pitocin, which was supposed to help induce contractions.

I started feeling immense pressure and pain, followed by the feeling of my baby starting to push forward. In a panic, I told the nurse I feel something coming out, and she went to get the doctor. By that time the pain was ripping through me. I was clutching the sheets in my fists on either side of me as I tried to brace myself. Louie told me to hold his hand, but I couldn’t let go of the sheets. I started crying out in pain. The nurse told me to hold Louie’s hand. But I couldn’t. The doctor came in and asked me to lie on my back. I can’t! I felt myself scream in pain. Then I felt my baby come out in a big gush. The pain was gone. I fell back onto the bed and started sobbing.

Louie put his arm around me and said, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” over and over again. I was crying at my own weakness and fear. I wanted to ask for my baby, but I was scared. And all I could do was cry.

Choosing to say hello/goodbye.

They told us they were going to clean the baby up, and when my nurse came back, she told us that they couldn’t take footprints because the baby was so small. I wish I didn’t just say okay and that I had asked them to try anyway. I asked her if the baby was a boy or a girl. I had felt this baby was a boy. Whenever I dreamed of Louie and I having a baby, we had a boy. Earlier in the pregnancy, I dreamed of my grandmother laying her hands on my moving belly and telling me I was having a boy (it was like she came to visit me and the baby in a dream). I was right.

During the wait to deliver, Louie and I still hadn’t decided whether we wanted to see our baby. After discussing our fears, we told the doctor no, we didn’t want to see our baby. Then, later, the nurse came in and told us about how they can take pictures and footprints and that they could dress the baby in clothing people made and donated to the hospital specifically for tiny babies born too early. She also told us that we could have a priest come and baptize our baby. I wanted all those things for my baby. Louie started doing research online, using his phone, about what other parents who had delivered their babies at 18 weeks, and he found that there were no parents who regretted seeing their babies. The only regrets were from some parents who had chosen not to see them.

The doctor came back and told us that the baby did have some malformations. I asked her what the baby looked like. And she gave us the answer we needed to hear: that whatever she said to try to explain would not describe what our baby looked like. I think she didn’t want to scare us into missing out on seeing and holding our baby. I’m so thankful for the works she used to answer my question. I told her that I wanted to see the baby.

His name is “Calvin.”

The doctor that brought my baby boy into the room asked, Do you have a name for your baby? Louie and I both answered, Calvin. Before she picked him up to place him in my arms, she said, Calvin is very special. He’s very special. I held my tiny little boy, his head resting in the crook of my right elbow, and looked into his sweet face. A very different kind of tears flowed from eyes. I was filled with such a peace and happiness that is so difficult to explain. I know Louie felt it, too, as he said, Our baby is so cute. All the fears we had about seeing Calvin fell away.

I held our boy as the midwife we saw earlier in the pregnancy stopped in to check in on us. I held him as our nurses and doctors walked in and out. I held him as a priest blessed and baptized him and told us that we have a saint in Heaven watching over us. When I finally asked Louie if he wanted to hold Calvin, he was happily surprised that I was willing to let him hold our baby. Thinking of that makes me smile. Remembering Louie holding our baby is one of my best memories.

There are so many things things that I wish I had known then; so many things that I wish I had done: dressed him, held his hands, allowed the rest of our families to see and hold him, kept him with us longer, taken more pictures. But I’m trying to let go of these; I’m trying to believe that we made the best decisions that we could with what we knew at the time. I am so thankful we decided to see our baby, that we God the chance to hold him, that our nurse went out in search of a camera so we could take pictures together. Though God did not answer my prayer in the way I wanted, He did say yes in allowing me to deliver my child into this world. For that I feel so blessed.


To read my posts on other lessons, please use the links below:
Lesson Two: So Many Questions
Lesson Three: This Can’t Be Happening
Lesson Four: Why Me?
Lesson Five: How Can I Go On?
Lesson Six: I’ve Got to Get Better Soon
Lesson Seven: Moving On to Acceptance
Lesson Eight: Learning to Let Go
Lesson Nine: Finding Joy


<3, Crystal Theresa

The 5th Belongs to Calvin: Happy 1st Birthday, Sweet Boy!

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For this The 5th Belongs to Calvin and in celebration of his first birthday in Heaven, I am happy to announce that Calvin’s Cupcakes will be opening soon. It is a way for my sweet boy, my loving husband, and I to share in the celebration of the birthdays of those little ones who are blowing out their candles in Heaven.

Here is Calvin’s 1st birthday cupcake:

Calvin's 1st Birthday Cupcake


I also want to take a moment to thank you for your prayers, thoughts, and sweet notes to me and Louie, and especially for the beautiful messages you have written to Calvin Phoenix at Kisses for Calvin. It means so much to us. Your support is doing amazing things in lifting us up during a time that is bittersweet. And I’m sure Calvin is so excited to receive them, as it is his very first birthday.


Happy 1st Birthday in Heaven, Calvin Phoenix!

Thank you for all that you’ve taught me and your daddy. Thank you for the ways in which you have softened our hearts and drawn us closer to each other and to God. Thank for the blessing that you are to us and the people who love you.

I love you, baby bunny. You will always, always be in my heart.

<3, Crystal Theresa

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